Dimples pressed gently into Peter’s cheeks as he took the acorn between his thumb and forefinger. “Of course I do,” he said. Their bowed heads and close bodies made a small alcove. “I gave it to you so you wouldn’t forget me, you know, when you came back here. I mean, it clearly didn’t work,” he added with an airy laugh. He glanced up at her then, face close, eyes watching her so intently that she almost moved away. “But now that you’ve found it again, I guess it’s helping you start to get your memories back…” Peter’s smile was small and tight.

Wendy bit down on her bottom lip. Did that mean that all this time, she could’ve just used the acorn to get her memories back? She’d spent years without them, hating herself for not being able to remember when everyone asked her questions she didn’t know the answers to, when they accused her of lying, when she became a social outcast. This could change everything. She could get more of her memories back now. For some reason Wendy’s heart fluttered in her chest and her head swam.

“When you gave this to me,” Wendy said, changing the subject and thinking back to how Peter had looked in her memory, “did you already know you were going to have to take us home?”

Peter nodded. “I could tell things were going wrong in Neverland—it wasn’t safe for you to stay any longer,” he said, watching her carefully.

“It was so weird to see them so clearly,” Wendy told him. He gave her a sad smile. She sighed and stepped back. “There’s a lot I need to tell you. Two more kids went missing last night, and the cops are starting to search the woods.” Peter’s smile faded. “We need to find that tree, and your shadow, fast.” Wendy glanced toward the front of the house. With sudden determination, she tugged on Peter’s arm. “Come on,” Wendy said as she led him from the side of the house to the driveway. Checking to make sure no one was looking in their direction, she guided him to her truck and opened the door.

Peter obediently slid into the passenger seat. He sat up straight, suddenly looking much more awake as he peered at the dashboard. “I’ve never been in a car before,” he confessed, his fingers brushing over the knobs of the stereo.

“Technically, you were in an ambulance,” Wendy pointed out.

Peter looked at her, unamused. “That doesn’t count, I was unconscious.”